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     Sis. Shiree Sarana Rating: N/A |
ABM, the jokes on you! My piece, is a poetic account of a sister named Tandy in Azania (South Afrika) who spoke at the Truth Council. I dare U 2 counter this piece with the bet, of your remaining right testicle, with your "amateruish poetic license." TO SISTER TANDY:MY SOUL IN A CORNER You came in kicking and screaming During the middle of the night As my family slept as I slept in my bed of peace Forcing us against the cold night wall Shoving us out in dark afrikan night You lined my family up on our porch My cousins, my sister, my babies, My Mother You shined your erected white light into the eyes of our innocence the demand made that I be identified however in a secret car I was discovered Someone told who I was and then The beating began, the screams began, the begging began, "Please don't kill my daughter in front of me!" You grabbed me by my hair feeling justified and strong, you were going to exact your ideal of justice upon my body, upon my soul, upon my spirit - off I went into the moonlit night taken to the place where noone can hear you scream - noone can hear you beg, noone can hear your groans - noone but your tormentors - noone but God! Here comes the bone marrow chilling cold water that my captors have thrown upon me with your arrogant judgement, your wicked curses. In my nakedness you made mockery of me through shock treatments you have tortured me as body and brain convulsed you laugh at my lot - sinner souls deviant beast masqerading on two legs I see the blood lust dripping from your eyes and then it happens I am flung into a cold room standing, then laying in my blood shivering in stark contrast to the heat of your savagery you use my nakeness of torn dress and bleeding flesh and like a pack of ravenous wolves you use this smell to insight morbid courage within yourselves to rape me all four of you - in my pain I no longer see faces or hear sounds I divorced myself from that body - no my soul packs up leaves my body and goes to the corner watching - watching you defile my body - the body that is no longer Tandy's, the smile, the walking, the breathing, the crying, the standing Tandy - no she no longer exist She has been demonized, made to hate her own existence, made to hate her own inner warriorwoman of existence - that is what you wanted You told me you would make me hate myself and you succeeded with the harsh coldness of your sociopathetic endeavours you are my enemy, this day I will never forget now as time has passed and I spoke of my sorrows, my traumas, my pain at the truth council, I have realized I must go back to that place wher you stole my body I must go back to that place where you stole my mind, I must go back to that place where you stole my logic - stole my courage Yes, I must go back to that place rescue my soul, my spirit from the corner - that watched my bondage take effect, the corner where My spirit saw the murder of my flesh, this body has continued on the outside but I must retrieve my broken, wounded soul from that corner so that I may once again LIVE!! Peace & Blessings Your Sister In The Word Sis. Shiree Sarana | ||
| dpoetist Rating: N/A |
WOW! I could envision this scene with my minds eye and my heart felt heavy, sorrow, anger, and then I was rejuvenated by Tandy's strength to go back and reclaim her soul and live...powerful, poignant. I constantly say life is about two choices: we can choose to live or die, go on or give up, no matter what happens to us in life, we have the choice on how we respond. As long as we have breath, we have a chance! Thank you for awakening my Spirit early this morning. Keep pressing my Sister! Deserie |
